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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 9, 2025
The Murphy house had always been her second home. Sleepovers sprawled across the living room rug. Movie nights with popcorn bowls bigger than her. Lazy summer afternoons by the pool. But that was before. Before she grew up. Before she noticed him. And before he started noticing her back. It hit her like a punch when she walked through the door that summer. Mr. Murphy - Alex - standing by the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, glass of bourbon in hand, silver streaking his dark hair, that solid, broad frame filling the space like he owned it. Which, of course, he did. His eyes flicked up. And for the first time, he didn't look at her like a kid. The air shifted. The polite, fatherly smile never quite reached his eyes. No - his gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, tracing the curve of her hips in her tight sundress, lingering on the bare stretch of her thighs, before crawling back up. It lasted seconds. It ruined everything.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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